#hoequet

his eyes look up and down the young lady entering the private study room, eyebrows raised gripping his bag. she was a beauty, even he could say that. but quite tall and not the kind he was used to seeing on girls normally taller than him. he sucks it up; he’s been smaller than most people so that wouldn’t really do anything. he knocks on the door since he can see the most of the study hall is crowded, and the girl was clearly alone. “ excuse me—the rest of the study hall is occupied, is it all right if i stay here? ” he asks.

( meme/starters ➫ secret relationship . )

       he turns his head to the voice beside him, blinking rapidly. did he hear her correctly? he couldn’t say anything because there was something in her voice that lingered in his head—something familiar that would normally set off his defences, but for some reason he refuses to. harley stands up and walks past her, only to crouch down and wrap his arms around her waist from behind, with his chin resting on her shoulder. “ let me do the hugging then. ”

( meme ➫ touch starved meme )

         every inch of missing sleep, stress and worry he had weighing on his shoulders dissipates as he felt himself wake from his tired haze, feeling a soft pair of lips on his cheek. he didn’t have to look when he smiles flustered up to the suspect behind the red on his cheeks that he hasn't felt in a while. “ that was a kiss against my will but i’ll drop the charges for you. ” he jokes.